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[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | I grasp the gun desperately, trembling as I did so. "Get away from me," I demanded, aiming it carefully.
"Jenna, take a deep breath and calm down. We are just here to help you." He took a step toward me.
I closed my eyes tight. A tear slipped out.
A single gunshot.
My groan.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | I grasp the gun desperately, trembling as I did so. "Get away from me," I demanded, aiming it carefully.
"Jenna, take a deep breath and calm down. We are just here to help you." He took a step toward me.
I closed my eyes tight. A tear slipped out.
A single gunshot.
My groan.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | I grasp the gun desperately, trembling as I did so. "Get away from me," I demanded, aiming it carefully.
"Jenna, take a deep breath and calm down. We are just here to help you." He took a step toward me.
I closed my eyes tight. A tear slipped out.
A single gunshot.
My groan.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I grasp the gun desperately, trembling as I did so. "Get away from me," I demanded, aiming it carefully.
"Jenna, take a deep breath and calm down. We are just here to help you." He took a step toward me.
I closed my eyes tight. A tear slipped out.
A single gunshot.
My groan.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Oh my god, it feels amazing when I'm inside you.
Do you like when I push it in deep?
Tell me I'm the biggest you've had.
Talk dirty to me, you whore.
I could do this forever.
Pounding your tight little-
Hang on sec.
I came.
Sorry. | “Circles have always been of fascination to me, Mr. Clay.”
He stood unyielding in the centre of the corpses.
“It's the way they start and never end.”
I tasted metal and steadied my gun.
“But you knew that, Mr. Clay.”
One shot to take him.
To rid the world.
To stop him.
I choked.
Sorry. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | “Circles have always been of fascination to me, Mr. Clay.”
He stood unyielding in the centre of the corpses.
“It's the way they start and never end.”
I tasted metal and steadied my gun.
“But you knew that, Mr. Clay.”
One shot to take him.
To rid the world.
To stop him.
I choked.
Sorry. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | “Circles have always been of fascination to me, Mr. Clay.”
He stood unyielding in the centre of the corpses.
“It's the way they start and never end.”
I tasted metal and steadied my gun.
“But you knew that, Mr. Clay.”
One shot to take him.
To rid the world.
To stop him.
I choked.
Sorry. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | “Circles have always been of fascination to me, Mr. Clay.”
He stood unyielding in the centre of the corpses.
“It's the way they start and never end.”
I tasted metal and steadied my gun.
“But you knew that, Mr. Clay.”
One shot to take him.
To rid the world.
To stop him.
I choked.
Sorry. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | “Circles have always been of fascination to me, Mr. Clay.”
He stood unyielding in the centre of the corpses.
“It's the way they start and never end.”
I tasted metal and steadied my gun.
“But you knew that, Mr. Clay.”
One shot to take him.
To rid the world.
To stop him.
I choked.
Sorry. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Oh my god, it feels amazing when I'm inside you.
Do you like when I push it in deep?
Tell me I'm the biggest you've had.
Talk dirty to me, you whore.
I could do this forever.
Pounding your tight little-
Hang on sec.
I came.
Sorry. | Okay, let me start with this long sentence thing here.
Hey, this is a fun little thing right here!
And it is a pretty creative writing prompt.
Though, I can't put much detail in
And it always gets shorter
And then its shrinks
Then it gets smaller
Finally, it evaporates
Then finally
gone | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | Okay, let me start with this long sentence thing here.
Hey, this is a fun little thing right here!
And it is a pretty creative writing prompt.
Though, I can't put much detail in
And it always gets shorter
And then its shrinks
Then it gets smaller
Finally, it evaporates
Then finally
gone | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | Okay, let me start with this long sentence thing here.
Hey, this is a fun little thing right here!
And it is a pretty creative writing prompt.
Though, I can't put much detail in
And it always gets shorter
And then its shrinks
Then it gets smaller
Finally, it evaporates
Then finally
gone | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | Okay, let me start with this long sentence thing here.
Hey, this is a fun little thing right here!
And it is a pretty creative writing prompt.
Though, I can't put much detail in
And it always gets shorter
And then its shrinks
Then it gets smaller
Finally, it evaporates
Then finally
gone | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | Okay, let me start with this long sentence thing here.
Hey, this is a fun little thing right here!
And it is a pretty creative writing prompt.
Though, I can't put much detail in
And it always gets shorter
And then its shrinks
Then it gets smaller
Finally, it evaporates
Then finally
gone | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three.
One, two.
One. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three.
One, two.
One. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three.
One, two.
One. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three.
One, two.
One. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | All things of gold and lace quickly find themselves unwinding,
Temporal and unlasting whims, soon to be scattered wind
Men who invest in these dream of binding
Riches to their sudden end, heavy sins
Drag them down, delay their entry-
As they see others enter.
Nothing gold can stay,
So they say,
It vanishes-
Greed. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | All things of gold and lace quickly find themselves unwinding,
Temporal and unlasting whims, soon to be scattered wind
Men who invest in these dream of binding
Riches to their sudden end, heavy sins
Drag them down, delay their entry-
As they see others enter.
Nothing gold can stay,
So they say,
It vanishes-
Greed. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | All things of gold and lace quickly find themselves unwinding,
Temporal and unlasting whims, soon to be scattered wind
Men who invest in these dream of binding
Riches to their sudden end, heavy sins
Drag them down, delay their entry-
As they see others enter.
Nothing gold can stay,
So they say,
It vanishes-
Greed. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | All things of gold and lace quickly find themselves unwinding,
Temporal and unlasting whims, soon to be scattered wind
Men who invest in these dream of binding
Riches to their sudden end, heavy sins
Drag them down, delay their entry-
As they see others enter.
Nothing gold can stay,
So they say,
It vanishes-
Greed. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | We lie quietly, side by side, in the soft dark.
Her eyes are like the moon---full of mystery.
"Tell me," I whisper, "what the ocean remembers."
She raises her eyebrows in momentary silence.
It is an odd question, certainly.
But I want to know.
Her eyes grow reminiscent.
She sighs peacefully.
Then smiles.
"Everything." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | We lie quietly, side by side, in the soft dark.
Her eyes are like the moon---full of mystery.
"Tell me," I whisper, "what the ocean remembers."
She raises her eyebrows in momentary silence.
It is an odd question, certainly.
But I want to know.
Her eyes grow reminiscent.
She sighs peacefully.
Then smiles.
"Everything." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | We lie quietly, side by side, in the soft dark.
Her eyes are like the moon---full of mystery.
"Tell me," I whisper, "what the ocean remembers."
She raises her eyebrows in momentary silence.
It is an odd question, certainly.
But I want to know.
Her eyes grow reminiscent.
She sighs peacefully.
Then smiles.
"Everything." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | We lie quietly, side by side, in the soft dark.
Her eyes are like the moon---full of mystery.
"Tell me," I whisper, "what the ocean remembers."
She raises her eyebrows in momentary silence.
It is an odd question, certainly.
But I want to know.
Her eyes grow reminiscent.
She sighs peacefully.
Then smiles.
"Everything." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | We have 60 seconds to attack the submersible carrier Hrimfaxi.
Ingress at low altitude to avoid detection by radar.
Cripple its ballast tanks to make it surface.
Distract it from firing on our allies.
Tear its AA guns to shreds.
It fired a ballistic missile.
Climb above 5,000 feet!
Five, four, three.
Missile impact:
Now. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | We have 60 seconds to attack the submersible carrier Hrimfaxi.
Ingress at low altitude to avoid detection by radar.
Cripple its ballast tanks to make it surface.
Distract it from firing on our allies.
Tear its AA guns to shreds.
It fired a ballistic missile.
Climb above 5,000 feet!
Five, four, three.
Missile impact:
Now. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | We have 60 seconds to attack the submersible carrier Hrimfaxi.
Ingress at low altitude to avoid detection by radar.
Cripple its ballast tanks to make it surface.
Distract it from firing on our allies.
Tear its AA guns to shreds.
It fired a ballistic missile.
Climb above 5,000 feet!
Five, four, three.
Missile impact:
Now. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | We have 60 seconds to attack the submersible carrier Hrimfaxi.
Ingress at low altitude to avoid detection by radar.
Cripple its ballast tanks to make it surface.
Distract it from firing on our allies.
Tear its AA guns to shreds.
It fired a ballistic missile.
Climb above 5,000 feet!
Five, four, three.
Missile impact:
Now. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | I took another tentative step out into the freezing water.
Blissful, in the way it numbed my aching bones.
Brash, as the wild water recklessly rises up.
Blinded, as the water reaches my eyes.
Cold, as i drink it in.
Heavy, I start to sink.
Smiles, in the black.
Why can't I?
Swim here.
Forever.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | I took another tentative step out into the freezing water.
Blissful, in the way it numbed my aching bones.
Brash, as the wild water recklessly rises up.
Blinded, as the water reaches my eyes.
Cold, as i drink it in.
Heavy, I start to sink.
Smiles, in the black.
Why can't I?
Swim here.
Forever.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | I took another tentative step out into the freezing water.
Blissful, in the way it numbed my aching bones.
Brash, as the wild water recklessly rises up.
Blinded, as the water reaches my eyes.
Cold, as i drink it in.
Heavy, I start to sink.
Smiles, in the black.
Why can't I?
Swim here.
Forever.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I took another tentative step out into the freezing water.
Blissful, in the way it numbed my aching bones.
Brash, as the wild water recklessly rises up.
Blinded, as the water reaches my eyes.
Cold, as i drink it in.
Heavy, I start to sink.
Smiles, in the black.
Why can't I?
Swim here.
Forever.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | Some nights, I lie awake thinking of what terrifies me.
Most of the time, it's nothing worth mentioning.
However, recently, it's becoming darker every evening.
Things like rejection keep cropping up.
Failing to keep life going.
Leaving without a goodbye.
Never seeing daylight.
Maya leaving.
Sleep. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | Some nights, I lie awake thinking of what terrifies me.
Most of the time, it's nothing worth mentioning.
However, recently, it's becoming darker every evening.
Things like rejection keep cropping up.
Failing to keep life going.
Leaving without a goodbye.
Never seeing daylight.
Maya leaving.
Sleep. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | Some nights, I lie awake thinking of what terrifies me.
Most of the time, it's nothing worth mentioning.
However, recently, it's becoming darker every evening.
Things like rejection keep cropping up.
Failing to keep life going.
Leaving without a goodbye.
Never seeing daylight.
Maya leaving.
Sleep. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | Some nights, I lie awake thinking of what terrifies me.
Most of the time, it's nothing worth mentioning.
However, recently, it's becoming darker every evening.
Things like rejection keep cropping up.
Failing to keep life going.
Leaving without a goodbye.
Never seeing daylight.
Maya leaving.
Sleep. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | I stare from the top of a nine story building.
Without any hesitance, I bend my knees and jump.
At eight stories, it feels like I'm flying.
At seven stories, I continue to soar.
By six stories, I feel unstoppable.
At five, the tables turn.
What if it fails?
Will I die?
Safety net.
Adventure.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | I stare from the top of a nine story building.
Without any hesitance, I bend my knees and jump.
At eight stories, it feels like I'm flying.
At seven stories, I continue to soar.
By six stories, I feel unstoppable.
At five, the tables turn.
What if it fails?
Will I die?
Safety net.
Adventure.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | I stare from the top of a nine story building.
Without any hesitance, I bend my knees and jump.
At eight stories, it feels like I'm flying.
At seven stories, I continue to soar.
By six stories, I feel unstoppable.
At five, the tables turn.
What if it fails?
Will I die?
Safety net.
Adventure.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I stare from the top of a nine story building.
Without any hesitance, I bend my knees and jump.
At eight stories, it feels like I'm flying.
At seven stories, I continue to soar.
By six stories, I feel unstoppable.
At five, the tables turn.
What if it fails?
Will I die?
Safety net.
Adventure.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | I’m in a lush paradise, soft rain caressing my cares away.
Walking through the jungle, I find a waterfall.
The pond looks deep enough to jump in.
Paradise is pretty neat, so why not?
Poised perfectly at waters edge, jump.
Freefall and ecstasy in the air.
Hit the icy water.
What’s that noise?
Alarm beeping.
Monday.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | I’m in a lush paradise, soft rain caressing my cares away.
Walking through the jungle, I find a waterfall.
The pond looks deep enough to jump in.
Paradise is pretty neat, so why not?
Poised perfectly at waters edge, jump.
Freefall and ecstasy in the air.
Hit the icy water.
What’s that noise?
Alarm beeping.
Monday.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | I’m in a lush paradise, soft rain caressing my cares away.
Walking through the jungle, I find a waterfall.
The pond looks deep enough to jump in.
Paradise is pretty neat, so why not?
Poised perfectly at waters edge, jump.
Freefall and ecstasy in the air.
Hit the icy water.
What’s that noise?
Alarm beeping.
Monday.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I’m in a lush paradise, soft rain caressing my cares away.
Walking through the jungle, I find a waterfall.
The pond looks deep enough to jump in.
Paradise is pretty neat, so why not?
Poised perfectly at waters edge, jump.
Freefall and ecstasy in the air.
Hit the icy water.
What’s that noise?
Alarm beeping.
Monday.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | I walked into the gym blinded by the bright lights.
Pop song plays, kids dance and laugh together happily.
I walk to the punch table, definitely spiked.
I take a large gulp, liquid courage.
Approach her, ask her to dance.
Grinding and moving, loving it.
Something starts to happen.
Can't control it.
She knows.
Boner.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | I walked into the gym blinded by the bright lights.
Pop song plays, kids dance and laugh together happily.
I walk to the punch table, definitely spiked.
I take a large gulp, liquid courage.
Approach her, ask her to dance.
Grinding and moving, loving it.
Something starts to happen.
Can't control it.
She knows.
Boner.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | I walked into the gym blinded by the bright lights.
Pop song plays, kids dance and laugh together happily.
I walk to the punch table, definitely spiked.
I take a large gulp, liquid courage.
Approach her, ask her to dance.
Grinding and moving, loving it.
Something starts to happen.
Can't control it.
She knows.
Boner.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I walked into the gym blinded by the bright lights.
Pop song plays, kids dance and laugh together happily.
I walk to the punch table, definitely spiked.
I take a large gulp, liquid courage.
Approach her, ask her to dance.
Grinding and moving, loving it.
Something starts to happen.
Can't control it.
She knows.
Boner.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | I've been waiting a very long time for this day
Your voice started to sound hopeful on the phone
I've started to wonder if you've changed recently
You have counted down the days alone
I haven't seen you in months
I can't contain my excitement
You might be different now
But that's okay.
It's time.
Hi. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | I've been waiting a very long time for this day
Your voice started to sound hopeful on the phone
I've started to wonder if you've changed recently
You have counted down the days alone
I haven't seen you in months
I can't contain my excitement
You might be different now
But that's okay.
It's time.
Hi. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | I've been waiting a very long time for this day
Your voice started to sound hopeful on the phone
I've started to wonder if you've changed recently
You have counted down the days alone
I haven't seen you in months
I can't contain my excitement
You might be different now
But that's okay.
It's time.
Hi. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I've been waiting a very long time for this day
Your voice started to sound hopeful on the phone
I've started to wonder if you've changed recently
You have counted down the days alone
I haven't seen you in months
I can't contain my excitement
You might be different now
But that's okay.
It's time.
Hi. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | I remember: We found out just over two years ago. A profoundly unfair prognosis, checked and re-checked: cancer.
The doctor, reluctant to commit, offered two months.That started the fighting started in earnest. An uphill battle with little hope. Now, we’re ripping an envelope.
Finally; here at last. Her judgement day. She whispers. “Remission.” | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | I remember: We found out just over two years ago. A profoundly unfair prognosis, checked and re-checked: cancer.
The doctor, reluctant to commit, offered two months.That started the fighting started in earnest. An uphill battle with little hope. Now, we’re ripping an envelope.
Finally; here at last. Her judgement day. She whispers. “Remission.” | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | I remember: We found out just over two years ago. A profoundly unfair prognosis, checked and re-checked: cancer.
The doctor, reluctant to commit, offered two months.That started the fighting started in earnest. An uphill battle with little hope. Now, we’re ripping an envelope.
Finally; here at last. Her judgement day. She whispers. “Remission.” | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I remember: We found out just over two years ago. A profoundly unfair prognosis, checked and re-checked: cancer.
The doctor, reluctant to commit, offered two months.That started the fighting started in earnest. An uphill battle with little hope. Now, we’re ripping an envelope.
Finally; here at last. Her judgement day. She whispers. “Remission.” | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | I didn't have a great understanding of the music today.
Until I felt the ground shake with it's energy.
There was nothing that could have prepared me.
It was glorious, earth shattering, breath taking.
Like nothing I had ever heard.
That man finally dropped it.
It had just happened
The Legend itself
The Anticipated
Bass | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | I didn't have a great understanding of the music today.
Until I felt the ground shake with it's energy.
There was nothing that could have prepared me.
It was glorious, earth shattering, breath taking.
Like nothing I had ever heard.
That man finally dropped it.
It had just happened
The Legend itself
The Anticipated
Bass | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | I didn't have a great understanding of the music today.
Until I felt the ground shake with it's energy.
There was nothing that could have prepared me.
It was glorious, earth shattering, breath taking.
Like nothing I had ever heard.
That man finally dropped it.
It had just happened
The Legend itself
The Anticipated
Bass | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I didn't have a great understanding of the music today.
Until I felt the ground shake with it's energy.
There was nothing that could have prepared me.
It was glorious, earth shattering, breath taking.
Like nothing I had ever heard.
That man finally dropped it.
It had just happened
The Legend itself
The Anticipated
Bass | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | In the cool mist of spring a lonely hiker walks. He stops to rest on a rock and eat. He has his oat granola bar with him. He eats it then continues on hiking. Soon, he sees some berries ahead. The berries are ripe blueberries. The man eats them. They are good. Sweet, juicy. Refreshing. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | In the cool mist of spring a lonely hiker walks. He stops to rest on a rock and eat. He has his oat granola bar with him. He eats it then continues on hiking. Soon, he sees some berries ahead. The berries are ripe blueberries. The man eats them. They are good. Sweet, juicy. Refreshing. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | In the cool mist of spring a lonely hiker walks. He stops to rest on a rock and eat. He has his oat granola bar with him. He eats it then continues on hiking. Soon, he sees some berries ahead. The berries are ripe blueberries. The man eats them. They are good. Sweet, juicy. Refreshing. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | In the cool mist of spring a lonely hiker walks. He stops to rest on a rock and eat. He has his oat granola bar with him. He eats it then continues on hiking. Soon, he sees some berries ahead. The berries are ripe blueberries. The man eats them. They are good. Sweet, juicy. Refreshing. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read.
She read books for fun I'd never even open.
Just watching her think made me feel sharper.
She was so beautiful to me then.
Her eyes' light isn't quite gone.
But she doesn't read anymore.
She calls our children.
She watches television.
I miss...
her. | Maybe you should get something to help you with that.
You keep spilling the batter all over the counter.
No, really, it's okay to ask for help.
Wait one moment; have to find it.
Your mom used to love cooking.
I still miss her sometimes.
Sorry - here's the funnel.
Now start pouring.
Whoa, careful!
Phew. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | How had a small argument come to this he wondered.
His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left.
He had tried his hardest to fix it.
Had he really driven her to this?
He shouldn't have told those lies.
He couldn't change it though.
Now she was gone.
Gone forever more.
His love.
Dead. | Maybe you should get something to help you with that.
You keep spilling the batter all over the counter.
No, really, it's okay to ask for help.
Wait one moment; have to find it.
Your mom used to love cooking.
I still miss her sometimes.
Sorry - here's the funnel.
Now start pouring.
Whoa, careful!
Phew. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | Maybe you should get something to help you with that.
You keep spilling the batter all over the counter.
No, really, it's okay to ask for help.
Wait one moment; have to find it.
Your mom used to love cooking.
I still miss her sometimes.
Sorry - here's the funnel.
Now start pouring.
Whoa, careful!
Phew. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | Maybe you should get something to help you with that.
You keep spilling the batter all over the counter.
No, really, it's okay to ask for help.
Wait one moment; have to find it.
Your mom used to love cooking.
I still miss her sometimes.
Sorry - here's the funnel.
Now start pouring.
Whoa, careful!
Phew. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | As you get older some things get taken from you.
You don't notice it at first, you can't see.
But as the years go by, abilities reduce.
Before you realise, you're capable of nothing.
Your potential diminished, living seems pointless.
Life squandered, full of regrets.
Before fear disabled you.
Now you're disabled.
You sit.
Dying. | They came for us one at a time at first.
Eventually they started to take more, and more still
Their hunger would not be sated this easily
In the cold, a few of us survived.
They came and took at night.
Soon there were only three.
We had to leave.
One was abandoned.
One eaten.
Me. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | They came for us one at a time at first.
Eventually they started to take more, and more still
Their hunger would not be sated this easily
In the cold, a few of us survived.
They came and took at night.
Soon there were only three.
We had to leave.
One was abandoned.
One eaten.
Me. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I am not technically savvy, perhaps because I am old.
Yet, I have the desire to win Reddit gold.
One should not beg, so I am told.
This online crowd can be so cold.
Reddit members are not easily sold!
Watch, as it all unfolds.
May I be bold?
I won gold!
What gold?
Behold! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | Looking in the mirror has become too much for me.
Femininity doesn't suit me the way it suits others.
Hips much too curved, cheeks much too angled.
The person I see doesn't reflect me.
My name is not Sophia anymore.
I'm not a mental patient.
My name is Steven.
He's a boy.
I'm not.
Yet. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It took a long time, but I've made my choice. I stand on the bridge and watch the sun. The way it kisses the water calms me. Soon, it will sink over the horizon. I don't have much time left.
I walk towards the edge. A few moments left. The light fades. I fall.
Darkness. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Weary eyes looked out into the void of infinite space.
Somewhere on the dark fringes of civilization, battles raged.
Alien contact was made, bringing with it death.
Entire planets were consumed in the carnage.
Flight was the only available option.
They took to the skies.
What a savage race.
War's corporeal forms.
Unstopppable, insatiable.
Humans.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Spring came upon us like a sneeze in a theatre. Suddenly she widens, balloons forward, looking ever softer, ever calmer.She presses my hand into the spongy roundness. Packages arrive daily; filling the yellow room.
Then the call, he stopped moving. The cord around his neck. The smell of hospital. My wife deflates. Arms aching. Emptiness.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Once upon a time, there was a redditor named /u/drewhead118.
After posting a writing prompt, he felt really great.
Searching for cool answers, he did not expect
His post to become the hottest subject.
Drunk on success, probably beer too,
And one cocktail, maybe two,
drew118 went to sleep,
counting his sheep,
and grinning:
"(Bi-)Winning!"
P.S. Thank you for this exercise, I loved it! And sorry for the [Charlie Sheen reference](http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Bi-Winning&defid=5642610), hehehe.
EDIT: Line breaks. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | *"I...I had a question I wanted to ask you."*
"You look worried there, kiddo. Are you feeling alright?
*"It's about how I was born. May I?"*
"...I think you already know. But yes."
*"Are you my father? Are you?"*
"That's not the right question."
*"What's the right question?"*
""Am I alive?""
*"...am I?"*
"No." | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | This is going to be a ten word long sentence.
The next sentence will consist of exactly eight words.
The above was a nine word long sentence.
Followed by this seven word long sentence.
And by this six word sentence.
This sentence has five words.
You guessed it, four.
Three words long.
Almost there.
One. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | A hand written letter found in the mailbox at home.
The message is tear stained, scrawled, and low toned.
A forgotten fear delivered to the door step.
Something one was never ready to accept.
Incredulous, it's read in bated breath.
Question asked, answer already known.
What's reaped was sown.
No other option.
You must.
Go.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release.
I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. Soon. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | There isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | “Choose your words very carefully if you want to live.”
You get one shot at this, so think hard.
Come on partner, I just want my share.”
He pressed the gun under my chin.
“Where’d you hide the goddamn money?”
“…It’s all spent already…sorry.”
I shut my eyes.
Thinking of her.
Finally healthy.
Smiling.
| I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I log onto the Reddit app on my new phone.
I go directly to the best subreddit of all.
That glorious thing which is called Gone Wild.
You must upgrade to view this subreddit.
A dollar ninety-nine on Alien Blue.
Is it even worth it?
A one time charge?
Let me think...
Hells Yesss!
Fap! | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It didn't bother me that I would grow old alone.
Most people don't have anyone in their lives, either.
It's so easy to get used to loneliness.
I am consistent: work, sleep, work, sleep.
Routines cloud the months and years.
One sunny day, you're there.
You look at me.
My heart thaws.
My love.
Soulmate. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I remember a time when my thoughts were with me.
Or perhaps just another illusion of the failing mind.
Reassurance from those who cannot bear to acknowledge.
What a funny word for the end.
Many syllables, yet no true meaning.
Fleeting faces, distant shadowed whispers.
Where am I now?
Struggle to remember.
Too hard.
Sleep. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I sneak into the library, torch illuminating the expensive art.
Each piece holds secrets dating back hundreds of years.
Most people only see eagles, portraits, or landscapes.
They're blind to the hidden truth within.
I see the six-pointed stars.
I see the inscribed pyramid.
I see the truth.
By Nicholas Cage,
Associate Member,
Illuminati | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Already I can feel my mind beginning to deteriorate.
I was so confident that I was right.
I didn't stop to consider the consequences.
Of course the formula would work.
And it did work, but . . .
My mind is going.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye. | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | He didn't know how to make peace with his fate.
He just found out that he was dying today.
Seems like his life was only just beginning.
And now it would be over, too.
He picked up the loaded gun.
Held it to his temple.
"My life," he thought.
"My choice, then."
"Goodbye, world."
*bang* | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got sick.
You died.
Goodbye. |
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